gwax's rumblings

I had a really neat dream last night, though what I remem­ber is mostly from the period of time dur­ing which I was press­ing snooze this morn­ing. In short, it was a fly­ing dream, but it’s the details of how I was fly­ing and the con­text that are most inter­est­ing. As a pref­ace, I should note that I have been play­ing R-Type Final a whole lot lately and I’m quite cer­tain that it had a heavy influ­ence on my dreams; R-Type Final is a side-scrolling space shooter for the PS2 and one of the finest such games I have ever played.

Anyway, to the dream itself: I was some sort of fly­ing craft with a great deal of maneu­ver­abil­ity fly­ing around in some city; It was some kind of a small jet fighter/spaceship thing. Now, when I say that I was this ship, I mean just that, I per­ceived things as a ship and could react as a ship; the best I can do to describe it is to use Shadowrun terms and say that it was exactly how I would expect vehi­cle rig­ging to feel; if that doesn’t help, suf­fice it to say that I was the ship, not a pilot. I remem­ber that it felt very odd at the begin­ning of the dream to be a ship and it took me a lit­tle while to get the hang of my engines and con­trol sys­tems; I did not appear to use lift and flight sur­faces for con­trol, it was more of a vec­tored thrust sort of thing but, even then, my engines were of a sort that is far beyond our cur­rent tech­nol­ogy level. After I man­aged to get the hang of my new found motive capac­i­ties, senses and such, I had a splen­did time fly­ing around the city. There turned out to be a sur­pris­ing num­ber of other such ships and we just sort of played around in the city.

This was, hands down, one of the best dreams that I have ever had. I think, if I were given the choice between con­tin­u­ing life as I am or being the fly­ing craft that I was last night, I would choose the fly­ing craft at least 99 times in 100. It was such an incred­i­ble sen­sa­tion to move myself around by what­ever means I hap­pened to be using and sens­ing the world with what­ever means I was using to sense the world. I see three ways to pro­ceed from here: take up lucid dream­ing, develop the tech­nol­ogy nec­es­sary for vehi­cle rig­ging or wait and get rein­car­nated as a fly­ing thing like that in my dream.

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